City Girls - Runnin lyrics

Cook that shit up, Quay
Marii Beatz, turn me up

I’m fucking with boss niggas
That keep a gun in they pants
Never complaining ‘bout being broke
Cause they just running they bands
You full of flaw niggas
The runners they hold out they hands
And got no money in the
Bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands
Keep, running, and running, and running
And running your mouth
Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful
I’ma cum in his mouth
Keep, running, and running, and running
And running your mouth
Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful
I’ma cum in his mouth

All these niggas they be hoes cuffin'
City Girls could’ve been got ‘em
Every day they in my inbox, I’m a real bitch
I don’t screenshot ‘em
Chanel on me when I roll
Up, boss bitches sip, we don’t roll up
Pussy good, every stroke, he like hold up
He ain’t trying nothing, he like hold up

I’m fucking with real niggas
That making them boss moves (boss moves)
I kick that lil’ bitch in her mouth
(mouth) , now I got bloody shoes
You a lil’ thot bitch
You fucking the whole crew (aye, aye)
My pussy got a new car smell
This shit brand new (this shit brand new)
This pussy ain’t yours, don’t claim it
(claim it) every nigga I fuck, they nameless
If he tryna expose, he brainless
My niggas don’t play, they aiming
I love me a lowkey dude
Send him pics he don’t need the nudes
Real niggas gon’ pay they dues
If you a broke dude, i’ma cut you loose
(aye, aye)

I’m fucking with boss niggas
That keep a gun in they pants
Never complaining ‘bout being broke
Cause they just running they bands
You full of flaw niggas
The runners they hold out they hands
And got no money in the
Bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands
Keep, running, and running, and running
And running your mouth
Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful
I’ma cum in his mouth
Keep, running, and running, and running
And running your mouth
Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful
I’ma cum in his mouth

I’m a City Girl, you a pissy girl
You a lazy bitch, I’ma busy girl
Every other night I be doing shows
While your nigga cheating on you
Fucking hoes
Couple thousand for my fucking clothes
Another sixty on my fucking Roll
I’m the same bitch, no matter who around
Diamonds dancing, on me doo doo brown
Thanks, you better go get her (get her)
I bet you my pussy get wetter (wetter)
Retweeting late, I’m like shut up! (shut up)
Every night he be fucking my gut up
And if that nigga ever cut up
I’ma put this pussy on his brother
And if that nigga ever cut up
I’ma put this pussy on his brother

You know that nigga ain’t faithful
You see his ass when you able
I curved that nigga, be grateful
I cut him off, like your cable
I’ma bad bitch, you can’t see me
Bitch, you stuck home, I'm on TV
In a Maybach, yeah free Meek
But I don’t need a nigga to come save me

I’m fucking with boss niggas
That keep a gun in they pants
Never complaining ‘bout being broke
Cause they just running they bands
You full of flaw niggas
The runners they hold out they hands
And got no money in the
Bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands
Keep, running, and running, and running
And running your mouth
Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful
I’ma cum in his mouth
Keep, running, and running, and running
And running your mouth
Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful
I’ma cum in his mouth